Qin Bai's consciousness seemed to be ripped away from his body, and by the time he noticed it, he was no longer in the examination room.
He came to the barren mountains and wilderness, his body suspended in mid-air, and not far away was a familiar village.
At this time, heavy snow covered the ground with a thick layer, and there was no trace of life.
Qin Bai had already guessed that this village was where he had lived for more than ten years.
His brows furrowed, and his mind was already thinking about what would happen next.
Qin Bai used his consciousness to control his body and headed towards a broken house. After passing through the wall, he saw a young man who was somewhat similar to himself sitting up from the bed.
The boy was short in stature, and the clothes he wore were full of holes. He was shivering because of the cold weather.
There was a simple homemade stove in his house. After igniting the firewood inside with a fire stick, the temperature immediately began to rise steadily.
The young man stood in front of the stove for a long time. After his body warmed up, he moved to make the bed.
Because there was air leakage from all sides of the house, he was not afraid of the lack of oxygen caused by a fire in the room, so he sat at the old table and read a book.
He memorized these books silently while helping the academy to copy them. Relying on his strong memory, the young man also achieved the title of scholar not long ago.
However, although he was holding the book, he seemed a little absent-minded, and his hands were trembling slightly.
Qin Bai was standing beside the young man. He couldn't change anything. After all, it was just a memory. The only thing he could do was face it.
He knew why he was so excited when he was a teenager, because the golden finger he had been waiting for for more than ten years was activated today.
The young man stared blankly at the window, but in fact he was staring at a system panel. Then his expression gradually stiffened, and finally turned into shock.
At this time, the system reminded him to leave for Beiyang Mountain immediately, and the warning words kept flashing.
While the boy was dazed for a moment, the flames in the furnace began to beat, and the shadows in the corners of the room changed.
The shadows flowed like water, and then gathered together to form a strange and twisted human face, approaching the boy.
And the surprise doesn't end there.
The banyan branches outside the door swayed in the wind, and the snow on them fell. The wrinkles of the bark changed slightly. If you look carefully, there are a lot of blood marks on them.
A wild cat under the tree was frightened and subconsciously ran towards Qin Bai's house. However, as it got closer and closer, its hair began to fall off and its appearance became strange.
By the time the boy noticed something, the shadow had almost merged into his own shadow. The branches of the banyan tree also stretched towards the window, and the hairless cat got in through the gap in the wall.
Qin Bai's face was gloomy as he watched. There was no fear in his heart now, but there was anger burning in his chest.
In the examination room, his body and eyelids struggled, as if he was about to wake up at any moment, and his writing speed began to increase.
The fantasy still continued, and the sudden appearance of the demon frightened the young man. The dogs in the village barked in groups, but soon they died.
The crow landed on the eaves, and its body began to expand uncontrollably. Then its wings could no longer support its flight and fell to the ground.
Its eyes turned blood red, and it made a blood-curdling cry from its beak. It broke the window and grabbed the boy.
The boy was scratched on his shoulder, but he didn't care so much. He smashed the wooden door with his body and rushed into the snow wearing only thin clothes.
After he was far away from the house, when he looked back, all the changes had returned to normal. The banyan tree was still standing there, but there were two more animal corpses under the tree.
The already dilapidated house looked about to collapse.
Immediately afterwards, the young man discovered that as long as he had the thought of turning back, something strange would appear around him.
How could he go far in the ice and snow without any preparation, but he fell to the ground within half a day, and soon the heavy snow covered him.
At this moment, Qin Bai was suddenly stunned. He found that the next memory had been forgotten. He only remembered that he had gone through all the hard work to reach Beiyang Mountain, but he had no memory at all of falling in the snow.
Is this a false memory fabricated by Lu Panbi, or has it really been forgotten by him?
The face of the young man in the snow became more and more purple, and he was afraid that he would die soon.
Qin Bai noticed a person in the distance walking in his direction.
The man was wide and fat, with a smile on his round face. Although his walking speed was not fast, he looked much stronger than his body type.
He was carrying a suitcase with strange calligraphy and paintings on his back, and looked like a walking bookseller.
The fat bookseller walked to the snow where the boy was buried, stretched out his hand and pulled him out, and then patted the snow off his body.
"Tsk tsk..." The fat bookseller still smiled. He looked at the young man and nodded, then shook his head.
Then he put his palm on the other person's chest and pressed it gently. The boy's skin gradually recovered from purple, and his weak breath also eased.
This method is not like an ordinary businessman. Even Yan Chixia cannot directly use Qi to channel the Qi and blood of others.
Qin Bai frowned and kept staring at the fat bookseller. For some reason, he felt that he was a little weird, as if he had seen him somewhere.
And this feeling keeps brewing in my heart, ready to come out but always separated by a layer of window paper.
The fat bookseller took the young man to a ruined temple, then turned and walked outside into the snow.
Qin Bai tried to get closer to the other party, but after all, it was a memory. He could only be trapped in the ruined temple and watch this weird fat bookseller walk away.
The illusion began to break, and just when he was about to return to his body, he vaguely heard a distant voice, it was the fat bookseller.
"Read 300 children's songs by heart..."
Qin Bai opened his eyes in the examination room, with a hint of astonishment in his eyes.
Hey, how many private goods are hidden in this world?
Don't tell me there's also the Journey to the West Conquering the Demons chapter in this, the water is a bit too deep...
But so what if I conquered the demons in Journey to the West, I am not Tang Monk...
Qin Bai almost crushed the wooden table to pieces due to his emotional fluctuations. It took him a long time to recover. The paper man was startled by his actions, and he found a place to hide very timidly.
He didn't think about it and focused on his cultivation. The last test paper had been completed, and he only had to wait for the time to end before leaving the examination room.
When the yamen officer shouted, Qin Bai and the students each handed in their papers and walked outside.
